At The Graffiti With Melanie, The Bartender: Downtown Cary, North Carolina, A Raleigh Suburb
Saturday morning, May 11,2024 at 7: 45 a.m.; now 8: 48 a.m., Poem Hunter has yet to publish this poem
At the Graffiti, here in downtown Cary,
North Carolina, there's this ' cop bitch' Melanie
who tends bar—she's totally untrustworthy,
a pathological liar, a police-go-to informant.
She asked me for a five dollar tip for one beer;
and you know all she got—a piece of my mind.
Saturday, May 11, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: police brutality,deceit,deception,police,crime,violence,victim,telling,truth,reality,survival,experience,encounters,existence,communication,community,town,alcohol
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This person is about as low as they come; I have not met a more deceitful person than this woman Melanie, a person the Cary Police have been using as an informer at the Graffiti since it opened some 3-4 years ago. And she is just one of many in Cary, , North Carolina, Isobel aNash Being just one more of the many.